. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. gmtt Jeremy, HaUUlUuluS aais. Natural Order: Raniniciilaceccâ Crov-foot Family. ^ ^'L \IXT is the fancy that attaches in the minds of the j'oung '' '\\ to this common plant, so beautifully characterized by the * p(jet Robert Browning as "the little children's ; The very name calls up the picture of children crouching in the grass, and holding the golden blossoms under each other's chin to see if by the reflection they love butter, feel- ing assured that the least yellow gleam is indicative that their bread s
. Cyclopedia of practical floriculture. Floriculture; Flower language. gmtt Jeremy, HaUUlUuluS aais. Natural Order: Raniniciilaceccâ Crov-foot Family. ^ ^'L \IXT is the fancy that attaches in the minds of the j'oung '' '\\ to this common plant, so beautifully characterized by the * p(jet Robert Browning as "the little children's ; The very name calls up the picture of children crouching in the grass, and holding the golden blossoms under each other's chin to see if by the reflection they love butter, feel- ing assured that the least yellow gleam is indicative that their bread should be thickly spread with that golden and necessary product of the dairy. The leaves drop from the plant easily, and frequently the east touch will cause the petals of the flowers to fall in a golden shower. Jislrttsi. 'T'HOU hast no truth to prove, lair Eloise; ^ And I sav thou art false, who loved thee most; Then spare us both these feints and artful words. I could forgive thee if thou didst not play The actress with me now. And now I go: But ere I go, I'll say I do forgive thee. âFrances A. Fuller. TTfHO should be trus » ⦠hand Is perjur'd to the boson But count the world a The private woiuid is d right Our doubts are traitors. And make us lose the good we oft might « By fearing to attempt. â;pear, T IFE'S sunniest hours are not without The shadow of some lingering doubt. ti-u-it thee more, inger for thy sake; lest. âShakespeare. 'T', this has thrown a serpent to my heart, While it o'erflowed with tenderness, with joy. With all the sweetness of exulting love; Xow naught hut gall is there, and burning poison. â Timings, r\ DOUBT! O doubt! I know my destiny; ^ I feel thee fluttering bird-like in my breast; I cannot loose, but I will sing to thee. And flatter thee to rest. There is no certainty, "my bosom's guest," No proving for the things whereof ve wot; For. like the dead to sight unmanifest, They are, and they are not. âJean higelaw
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